This is a song about "The blitz"

Next month i want that plus, money long as your tour bus

Came a blitz on my anatomy and conscious

No tats dey for my arm

The weed into the bong

I know i'm not the only bastard in america

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

I bring the heat like the

Your gonna be on top nigga

Reminisce the times and the laughter

Jt: didn't get a gift for her

Be the lion of the zoo be the glue of the bottle be the air of the world,

When her father would beat her and her brother like he had an unquenchable thirst

Bad hoes i'm seen with them

Do the math, get the sum

Kill the jungle let the cats loose

I'm the nigga with the juice